And He Loves You: Beatles One shots and imagines

Of course you know me~~ Lennon

  You sat in a bar, with a tight black dress on, extremely uncomfortable. Your friend Samantha had made you come, you probably hadn't been out in a year but mostly because you didn't enjoy it. Also partially because you where a Uni student working a full time job year round. So what if you hadn't really kept up? Who cared, other than Sam maybe. 

 "So N/n, there's this new band that I really want to take you to see, Y'know, The Beatles. I'm always talking about them after all," you groaned slightly, "I don't have time for that Sammie, you know that," she pouted a little, you knew that being more supportive wouldn't be a bad thing. She'd always been there for you after all, "John Lennon right? You're always going on about him," she squealed happily at your submission, "Yes n/n! Oh man you should see him! E's just gear, so funny too!" you laughed at her excitement, "Well what about the others, how many?"

 Her brown eyes shone brightly against her dark skin, she was clearly elated at your sudden interest; until, SPLASH! She knocked her drink all over herself, "Oh shite!"  She groaned unhappily, "Lemme go clean up I'll be back in a flash," she mumbled and off she went to the bathroom. You leaned your head onto your hand and waited for her. You took a sip of your drink and stared humming  Elvis' 'Can't help falling in love with you', " I love that song," a deep scouse accent addressed you, making you jump a little.

  "Oh hi!" You mumbled with a sweet smile, "Didn't mean to make ye' jump love," You looked down a little and blushed, he was so cute, his soft brown hair perfectly complemented his honey colored eyes, his thin patrician nose only added to the glowing aura of confidence that so nicely suited him, "I'm Y/n, you?" He grinned and laughed a little, "Oh well I'm sure ye' know me love, everyone does," that ticked you off a little, "No I don't, why on earth would I know your name? Who do you think you are Elvis Freaking Presely?" 

  He laughed and said, "Not quite y/n, but getting there I hope," you looked even mor annoyed, but he cut you off by saying, "I'm John Lennon, ye' really don't know who I am do ye?" You shook your head, but then realized something, "Oh wait! You're from that band aren't you! The erm, The Beatles?" He smiled and nodded, "It's kinda nice to meet somebody who's not screaming at first sight though, you seem really fiery, I like that," you grinned, this was so nice, guys never really seemed too interested in you and he was so kind.

 Time seemed to fly as your conversation carried on, but then as if perfectly timed, an excited scream came from behind you, the both of you turned to see Sam standing behind you, "John!" She spat, he nodded and turned to you, handing you a paper, "Call me eh?" You nodded and he left the bar, "That was John Lennon Y/n!" You smiled and nodded, "I didn't know who he was at first," she broke into laughter, "Ye really didn't know who he was?" "Yeah..."